I understand all too well that some of my readers weren’t even born in the seventies, but those of you who were around during those years probably remember the crocheted poncho. My clever and crafty sister made this for me in 1972 or 1973.
No one would ever describe me as being stylish, but even I know that the fashionable woman of today does not dress in a crocheted poncho. I understand that wearing it announces to the world that I am not classy. During my kids’ teenage years, it gave me great pleasure to wear it, since doing so gave them fits. My daughter once made the comment, “I’ve heard of fashion statements, but that is a fashion exclamation, and it’s exclaiming ‘OUCH!’”
I am always happy when the weather gets cool enough to pull out my poncho. I may look like a pathetic old hippie, but underneath all that yarn, I feel young.
Thanks, Sis. I still love my poncho. In fact, I would love one in pastel colors for spring.